Pound of Hope [Closed; mods please lock]

[Not me nope]

Deleted.

[Desmond]

One POH and one FON form per person at a time, please.

[Lirrie]

Oh hes in the freaks side which mean yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

キリンは、聖域に存在する彼らの生活が没収される障害が発生した場合には、彼の保護者の世話をされます。
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I am Adopting From.....
Kennel : 20
Section: Freaks of Nature
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Why do you want this animal?

セレナーデ、私はいつもキリンと呼ばれる不自然な人間との無限大があったとしての夢は私にとって夢です。彼は全面的に私の関心を引いたのは、私は同様に彼のために行くようになったうれしい摘み大変でしたが。彼は私の文章力を撥合計と私は彼に私を呼び出して取得する場合は病気が幸せになる。私は自分のフォームは、私は本当に私はこれで楽しい時間を過ごした、彼をどれだけ表示願っています。

Serenade is a dream come true for me as I have always had an infinity with the unnatural beings called the Kirin. He totally got my attention and although it was tough picking I'm glad I got to go for him as well. He total plucked my writing skills and Ill be happy if I get to call him mine. I hope my form show how much I really want him, I had fun with this.


What will you do for this animal?:

彼は私の他のキリン、Kiazerと友達になり、私は、ときに私がすることができますアートを取得するためにプロ用になる彼は約頻繁に書き込まれます。私は、彼も、私は彼を取得する必要がありますしheadmateなるものとみている。私の形で私が学んだことKirinsのすべての私の知識を使用してしなければならない。

He will be friends with my other Kirin, Kiazer, I will make shure to get art when I can and he will be written about quite freqently. I suspect he shall also become a headmate to should I get him. In my form I shall be using all my knowledge of Kirins that I have learned.

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Basics


Name: Serenade

Breed: Kirin/Persian

Age: 1000 Years old, Kirins can almost live forever unless their masters betray them.

Appearance:

He has black strips on his legs normally used as a natural camouflage, his horn has gold bands around them that reflect off his eyes at night making him appear to be a predator. Around his eyes is a butterfly like marking that is supposed to make him appear scary. Hes has the words harmony, longevity and enlightment upon his back in caligraphy and the word trust is on his right front leg also in calligraphy. He has large tuffs of red fur on him that blow in the breeze.
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Mental Dispotion:


Personailty:

Innocent(無邪気な ):



Serenade is completly innocent, having never really killed in his entire life. Because of his Kirin heritage if he is around blood he will become extremely weak or even faint. He know there are bad things out there but he has been sheltered from all of that. Having never hunted he is mostly fed by the humans that care for him.

Nobel(無邪気な ):

He will bow down to none but his true master, and in fact is incapable of do so. If someone tries to force him to he will get a huge headache, or become very weak.

A hell-cat in battle(戦いの地獄猫):

Innocent as he is,if you try to fight with him he will fight back and maybe even win. He will not stand by and let someone assault or abuse him. A fight with him could prove quite dangerous but most wont try to fight him.

A sweetheart(恋人 ):

Despite his scary yet cute appearance, he is a real sweet heart. He has a love for all life, whether it be insect or elephant. He'd rather lick you then bite you and this proves to be what attracts most people to him. He has a big heart, and will always comfort you if you need to be comforted.

Passionate(熱情的):

Serenade goes around with a passion about him that lights up the room, everything he does seems to be filled with passion. He never does anything halfway.


All and all Seranade is a pretty well rounded little guy who enjoys life to its fullest and never gives up. People love to be around him because he has great carrisma and that draws people in.


Dislikes:

He dislikes being alone though he knows that most of his life he will be.

Fighting and blood


Likes:

Running, adventures, love

Song that Describe Him:

Innocence by Avril Lavighe: This song describes him perfectly, because he is completly innocent and has been since his entrance into this world. His never wants to loose that innocence, and vows to remain innocent for the whole of his existance.

Keep Holding On: He tries to always be there for someone,
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Histroy/Backround:

♦ Juuni Kokki ♦ Unicorn Theme ♦

セレナーデは、1812年に生まれた
彼は断念したが、絶望していない
彼はこの世界で彼の場所を見つけるだろうある日知っていた

Translation:

Serenade was born in the year 1812
He was abandoned but did not dispair
He knew one day he would find his place in this world


I ran through the trees near my home confidently, knowing nothing would try to harm me. If they did their life would be forfeit as my guardians would kill them. I loved my gaurdians but especially the one called souless. She was like a mentor to me, and I loved her for that. The only other true friend I had was a Kirin that visited quite often, his name was Kiazer and he was the best friend you could ask for. He only would visit every o often though and often I was on my on my own for the many activities I would do.

I'd pretend I was off on my first adventure, off to find my true king. Of course I knew these games where not real but i could pretend and for now that all I needed. My guardians knew one day I would have to leave, it was only a matter of time.

Serenade paws thudded against the ground, the sound was loud because






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Art:

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Other:

I hope this is ok but I redrew my form into some sembulance of order that I found made it more pleasing to the eyes and a little more understandable.

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I am Adopting From.....
Kennel 60
Section: Pound of Hope
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Why do you want this animal?

I saw Sialas and imediatly formed a bond with him, the minute I got off the computer I drew a pic (which you can find at the end of my form). He seemed like the perfect match for my girl, Liliana and I immediatly began a story in my head to pair them up before he died, and show that love lives on even after the body perished. He gave me the insperation I needed to start a story line with my girl, and should I get him the 5000 words I can type here will be expanded to fill a storyline that will be beautiful and sad at the same time. He will has a forever home with me and I will draw him and get art of him.

What will you do for this animal?:

Sialas with be used in a storyline with my dear Liliana, as her soul-mate and protector. He will also be drawn by me and others, and never forgotten about. He will receive his own page on my character site and have many friends to be written about with. I will try to include him in all my stories, whether he be main character or secondary character. Eventually I plan to write him his own story as well from his point of view.
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Basics

Name: Silas (pronounced Si-lass)

Breed: Albino Fennec Fox/ Persian cat hybrid Ghost

Age: Unaged since his death, it is not know how old he truely is so most go by how old he was when he died. Before his death Sialas was 4 years old.

Appearance Before Death: Before death Silas was quite the handsome one, he was fully white with reddish/pinkish eyes, thus clearly showing his Albinoism. His fur was fluffy and well groomed, so it was always shiny and clean. He had a sleek sexy appearance and thats what drew most females to him. He wore one heart shaped earing in his right ear.

Appearance After Death: Silas is still the same mostly, but he has a transperancy and pink glow now that chases most people away.

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Mental Dispotion:



Personailty Before Death:

Silas was always a tricky fellow, he could hunt really well using this but it always seemed to get him in trouble. He does however have his serious times, and knows when to stay out of danger. Outgoing he is one that can't seem to sit still but he will if he has to. Before he met Liliana he had a deep lounging that could not be filled no matter how hard he tried to fill it. When he found Lili that hole began to slowely fill up with love.

Hardly the docile one, if you pick a fight with Silas then you can guarentee he will fight back. Silas is and old soul, he has been reborn many times, and as such he has a great view of the world. He does believe that true love can last long after the body is gone to dust, and had promised Lili he would never leave her, even in death.

Silas cares what others think about him, and is a proud guy. If someone thinks ill of him he will try to change their opinion. He is loving and only wants a chance, he will show you that side if you give him a clue.Silas is truthful, and if he says he will do something he will do it no matter how hard it will be. He is gallant and if there is a damsel in distress he will try to rescue her.


Personality After Death:

Silas still misses life, but he does not regret saving Lili's life and knows if he could do it all again he would do it the same way. He flows with what each day gives him, and has chosen to live and optimistic afterlife. He knows one day he and Lili will be together again, he can only hope its not to soon.

He has become a little wiser to how things work, and doesn't try to change the foundations of life. He likes to challenge and see what he can do, but wont get disappointed if he cant do it. He still believes in love living on after death, and believe his still being here proves that point. He would do anything to protect Lili, and has done it.

He tries his hardest, even when it seems impossble and will keep trying long after other will have quite. He never gets tired so he can watch over Lilania as long s he needs too.

Dislikes:

He dislikes seeing anyone he loves hurt, and if he can prevent it from happening he will. He hates others being rude, and with go out of his way to be nice to someone; even if he does not know them. He hates to see Lili unhappy, and he tries everything to keep her happy.

Likes:

Silas's biggest love is Lili, if shes happy he is happy so he tries to make her happy. Sila likes to run and dig in the sand of his home, and he does this almost daily. He loves to live in the present and for his love ones, and wouldn't have it any other way. He loves to eat, snakes and other small dessert creatures.

Song that Describe Him:

Unbreakable: This song discribes how he feels about Lili, and that he feels their love is unbreakable. It also decribes how she feels about him.

Even In Death By Evanescence: This describes how even in death Silas will be by Lili's side. It also says the true love last long after the body is gone.

When I Look At You - Miley Cyrus: This song represents how Silas knows Liliana loves him for who he truely is, and that she will stand by him no matter what.
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Histroy/Backround:

I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on

- Chorus to Even In Death By Evanescence

You never know what you have, until its gone. I learn ed this the hard way, for me what I almost lost was my love Lili. She meant the world to me and I willingly gave up my life to save hers. Now it wasn't always this way, at one piont I didnt know the touch of love, didnt know what it was like to give your life up for the one you love. At one point I had an empty hole that no matter how much I tried fill it would not be filled.

When Lili came she filled the burning hole, with love that I could not fathom. She fill my life with a renewed sense of purpose, and my love for her knew no bounds. Even death couldn't stop it, I know because I did die for her.....


Silas ran thought the desert oasis of his home, his white coat stain yellow from digging in the sand all day. His red eyes darted around, looking for an emty den he could seek shade and rest in. He had been out all day and his sun, sensitive skin was begining to burn. He spotted an den to the left a ran in only to hurtle into something he didn't expect. He hadn't saw her blue eyes before he hurtled in, thus bumping heads with her was quite unexpected. He quickly backed out of the den, "I'm sorry Ma'm, I thought this den was emty."

He took one last look as he scooted out of then den, that would have him coming back later to find her. His breath caught in his throat, she was the most beautiful vixen he had ever seen. Her fur was grey, with black spots. Her chest, face, and leg had white on them and her tail was tipped in it. He didn't know it but soon they would be spending alot of time together.


Weeks passed, but he didn't see her again. He did want to, but she was never around so that he could. He spotted her a month later, fighting a rattlesnake, probably to catch it for food. He slowly crotched behind the rock, which was close the he leap and chomped his jaws down on the snakes neck and broke it. The snake went limp, and he dropped it by her feet; offering it as a gift to her. He grinned and shyly said, "My name is Silas." A blush spread across his muzzle and turned it red.

She lowered her head and began to eat but before she gave him a smile that lit up his day like the sun lights up the sky. He grinned sheepishly and watched her eat, proud he could make her happy. When she was done she looked up at him through her eyelashes and blushed a pretty shade of pink. She shyly said, "I'm Lilianna." She smiled brightly and it lit up his world with light. He blushes a brighter red and looked down unsure of what to say.

She leaned forward an brushed a wary kiss against his muzzle, blushing madly as she did. His eyes widened and his blush spread, however when he leaned away he leaned forward and pressed a more lingering kiss to her muzzle. They kissed for a few minute then leaned away breathing hard as their minds tried to unscramble. When he had kissed her, his world had alighted in color and it was like he had never lived before. He grinned cheesy and they began making plans to meet again, they didn't know it but their love would last beyond the tides of death.

Their courtship was a rocky and weird one, but it was full of love. They would meet and go hunting, usually eating what they caught together and moving on to find more. All the while they grew more in love, this did not occure over night though and it was almost half a year before he got to meet her parents. The meeting was full of nervousness on his side, because he was scared they would reject him.

To his suprise, however, he was welcomed with open paws. Her parents were rather docile about the whole thing and he felt much more love towards them after that. Venus had just sat there and nodding in acceptance, she loved her daughter and new he would take care of her. Dawn's flame was an all together different story, he had studied Silas a little before stepping back and saying, "If you hurt my little girl, I'll hunt you down."

Silas' eyes widened but he nodded and said, " Sir if I hurt her you wont have to hunt me down and skin me, I'd do it myself." That seemed to satisfy Dawn's Flame, because he nodded in approval and trust. Flame knew the young kit would take care of his daughter. The siblings where alot easier to convince and soon he felt like a true part of the family.

Little did anyone know of the accident that soon would occur...

That day had been sunny and hot, the heat radiated off the road between his territory and hers. Cars didn't often pass here, but he was careful walking across anyway. Liliana had never been across and he wanted to take her over today. He ran joyfully to their meeting place, not aware of the tragedy that would occur hours later.

He told her his plan and she was thrilled, since they had started courting she had wanted to see his territory. He warned her not to stop on the large asphalt strip he had heard humans call a road. They set off after letting her parents know where they where going.

When they got to the road, Silas passed with ease and made it to the other side safely. When Liliana was crossing though a car was coming barreling down on her and she had frozen. Silas saw this and yelled, "Liliana!" before doing the only thing he could do to save her. Throwing himself at her, he knocked her out of the way of the oncoming car. But the price for doing so was much to high.

In saving her, he had sealed his own fate. The car going much too fast, barreled into him. He yelped in pain as his lungs and other internal organs collapsed, then lay still. Once the car passed she rushed to his side, knowing in her heart it was already far to late. Tears streamed down her face as she howled her sorrow to the sky.


I found myself floating above my body, and watched in remorse as she howled her pain to the sky. It appeared that Dawn's Flame had heard her, because he soon appeared. He took one look at my body and knew.

Finding a cool spot he began digging my grave. Even now it feels weird to think of it like that. Venus was there as well, leading Lili out of the road and away from my motionless body. Dawn's Flame buried my body that day, but my spirit lived on. I watched day after day, as Lili would return to my grave and cry for me.

She blamed herself for my death, even wanted to die herself. Finally I got enough strength to show myself to her. A pink aura surrounded me as I did so and she stared in shock. "Silas?" she whispered before fainting. I now knew could see me, and gradually I got her used to my presence. I was her guardian angel and I'd alway be there for her.
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Art:


http://i1017.photobucket.com/albums/af2 ... 0227PM.jpg

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Other: Should I get hom story ill be expanded to how i had it before i lost everything.


I thought the other part of my form was much better spent telling helpful things about fennecs and giving links to the sites. Please note that Ive yet to find proof of Albino Fennecs.

Sites:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fennec_Fox

[BPeppers]

I am looking to donate...
Image: viewtopic.php?f=32&t=329014
Name: ----
Gender: I see a male, but that can be changed. ^^
Species: wolf
Preferences: Do not let him go to waste, PM me if you get him, no design changes. He must have a good story, no two tiny paragraph things, please. ^^
By submitting this form, I, ravenstella , agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.

[Not me nope]

oh. So I cannot Try for Gas mask? Oh no. I so wanted gas mask, will Syras racoon and wolf one be judged soon?

ah well..

[Tiikeria]

| Kennel |
Fifty-Three
(53)

| Section |
Common Creatures

| Name |
Taiga
(Goes by Tai as well)

| Breed |
Golden Jackal/Bengal Tiger cross
(Canis aureus/Panthera tigris tigris)

| Age |
By the end of the story, 5 years

| Why do you want this animal? |
As soon as Vity posted him on the fanclub, I knew, I was in love. A canine with tiger stripes, two things I love rolled into one. Then, he was lost in the depths of the fanclub, but I never forgot him; I simply assumed Vity kept him. Then, he was donated. And I had to make a choice. I loved both him and Gas Mask, who would I go for? Ultimately, I decided on Taiga; he spoke to me the most and his story came easily. I was actually amazed at how easily his story came, how easy it was for him to join my world. Castitan agreed that he would be a perfect match for a part of his story; a story that has yet to truly be told from the beginning. Taiga fit in that missing piece, becoming the savior of a cub that, without him, may have been murdered, deemed guilty by association.

| What will you do for this animal? |
Love him is the obvious answer, as I love all my characters. He will have his own page on my new site, which is currently under construction, receive art when I can get it, and, one day, I hope to chronicle all of my character's stories into a series, all tying together at the end. I also hope to publish these stories, and share him and his story with the world.

| Personality |
I am not a sociable animal. I prefer to watch, to observe. The only creature I stay with is my brother in spirit. a small, shape-shifting ghost named Alumit. That is the only companionship I need. However, I will help the rejected, those, like me, who have been cast out or treated unfairly by society. I was rejected for just being born, as I know many others are. There was only one case that truely spurred me to act; a cub, the son of a lord, who was guilty just because of who's son he was. I reminded me of myself; I had to help him. I had to save him. Everyone deserves a chance to be themselves; no one should be punished until they have committed a crime.

| Dislikes |
-The Government
It's too biased in my opinion. If you're not perfect, they don't want you. We're just trash to be cast out. It infuriates me, but, until someone stronger than I can change it, nothing will be done.

-Socializing
I'm not one for socializing with others. I prefer to observe their behavior, their reactions to situations. It's much more fun than hearing their lies, or their biases.

-The Cold
I'm a plains creature, I like warmth. I hate snow, I hate ice, I hate the cold, because I don't have the fur to really handle it, though, it is thicker than a normal jackal's, thanks to my tiger blood.

-Inequality
Just because I'm not like you, doesn't mean I don't deserve the same treatment. It's appalling how self-centered and uppity everyone is. No one deserves to be rejected, just for being different. No one.

| Likes |
-Children
They are innocent, uncorrupted, unbiased. They no nothing of prejudice and hate. All they want are playmates, friends that will play their silly games with them. I wish they would never grow, that they would never see the hate. But they do. And it hurts me to see it.

-Alumit
My loyal brother at heart. Though we are not truely related, I feel like we are. He has never left my side, has never let me down. He will be with me until the end, and I will do the same.

-The sun
It's warm, bright, cheery. Everything I need. I'm a natural pessimist, but warmth makes me calm, makes me happier. AI love bathing in the warm light. I revel in every day I am allowed to do so.

| Song |
"Breathe Into Me" - Red

| His Story |
I was born a freak, an unnatural hybrid of tiger and jackal; a union that, in the eyes of the Gods, should not exist. My mother tried her best to hide me from the Lords of both tigers and jackals, but failed. The jackal lord found us, and I was cast out. Rejected. Left to die.

I was just weaned, but I did not know how to hunt. I was to starve in the forest, alone, and unloved. All my crimes had been was being born. I had no choice in that; so why was I punished, I would later ask myself. My only answer was that our government, the government that swore to protect us, was flawed, and fatally so.

But that is not in the story, yet, so let me continue. For two suns I stumbled around the woods, trying to catch anything that was possible for me to eat; but I was young, and the prey was fast. I caught nothing, and so continued to starve.
It was only on the third day that a miracle appeared. And it appeared in the form of a translucent, white jackal.

“Wanna play?”

I yipped in fear, jumping back against a tree, staring at the glowing, white thing before me. I didn’t know what to say, or what to do. I had never seen anything like this, and my young mind couldn’t comprehend it. The ball, its black glassy eyes watching me, frowned.

“Don’t be afraid…I just want a friend…no one ever wants to play with me…”

It looked so sad, and I realized I had made it so. My heart ached for the little ball; he was rejected, just like I had been, because he was different. I understood that much, I just didn’t understand what he was. So, I did the first thing a pup would do.

“What are you?” I asked, peering at him curiously.

“I’m a ghost,” I scurried back in alarm, my mother had told me scary stories of ghosts, “But, it’s okay! I won’t hurt you. I just want to play. Look! I can even look like you, if you want…”

I watched in amazement as he shifted, becoming my exact build, watching me hopefully with black eyes, small, wing-like bits above his shoulders, and black wing markings adorning his back. I was stunned. He gave me a hopeful smile.

“That…was…amazing! I wish I could do that!” I yipped, jumping up and bounding up to him, examining the change; he beamed in return.

“You mean you’re not scared? You like it?”

“Yeah! That’s so cool…”

He grinned, two small teeth sticking out from under his lip, “I’m Alumit.”

“I’m Taiga.”

And thus begun the most beneficial relationship in my life. He became my best friend, my confidant. Though, it did keep most people away. I mean, I had a guard ghost, but I could care less about other companions. I had Alumit. He taught me everything a jackal tiger hybrid should know (though I wasn’t entirely sure what a jackal tiger hybrid should know). And I grew, stronger than I probably would have before. But I was also harder, colder towards others; except, of course, Alumit. He was my brother, I couldn’t be cold to him.

Then came my second life changing event. I knew of the rebels that haunted the forests and plains, almost more effectively than Alumit himself, and I had heard whispers of a war, an attack on the lords. Though I also had a vendetta against the lords, I did nothing to help them. I watched as they took down the ziond lord, and the jackal lord, the very same one that had banished me. I watched silently, with no emotion as they slaughtered the warriors, the lords, the ladies…but when it came to the little ones, I was furious at their brutality. I wanted to help, but I had no hope of doing so. They would slay me, just as they had done to others. Alumit watched with sadness in his eyes, and I knew he thought the same as me.

“One day, my friend, we will save one of those children. When the time is right, we will help.”

Alumit accepted this without a word.

Suns passed before he heard a rumor of another strike, this time, on the leopard lord, Eyktan, and his family. He was celebrating the presentation of his son, who was barely weaned. However, the boy was at a stage where, given time, he would not remember the celebration. Nor would he remember the events that would happen after.

They struck the night of the celebration. The leopards were feasting to their young master’s good health; Eyktan looking like the proud, kind leader he was. His son was shyly observing the crowd from between his father’s paws. Eyktan’s mate was curled in a group of her closest friends. All was happy, all was calm.

Until the roar ripped through the crowd. I watched from my perch above the celebration as the rebels came from the north, ripping into Eyktan’s guard. I could hear Alumit whine from beside me, but I wasn’t paying attention to the rebels, it was the cub I was worried about. Surely they would kill him, as they were going to do his father and mother. The child was innocent in this, he didn’t deserve to die.

“This is the one, Alumit. We’ll take the child and go to the mountains. We can find a snow leopardess to take him. As long as he doesn’t die.”

“Alright…but…Taiga…how are you going to get to the boy? Eyktan’s there, and he won’t hand over his son to just anyone,” Alumit said softly, hovering over my head; he always swooped around when frightened or nervous. It always comforted me to know he was just as scared as I was.

“Eyktan’s known for being a front line leader. He’ll go soon enough, hopefully, he’ll hide the cub first…”

We watched as my prediction came true. Eyktan stowed his terrified son in their den, before leaping off to join his warriors in battle. It was a free-for-all; even the females were fighting for their lives. We had to be quick.

Using all of the skills Alumit had taught me, I crept down, silent as the ghost that followed, and I made it to the den without being noticed; considering I had been on top of the den to begin with, just hidden by shadows, it wasn’t that hard.

In the small cave I looked around, desperately looking for the cub, “Little one, it’s alright. Come out, I’m here to protect you.”

“Here! Taiga, he’s here!” Alumit had swept though, using his light glow to locate the crying, shaking cub; I slowly walked up, donning the most kind expression I could, smiling softly.

“It’s all right, little one. I’m here to take you away, so you don’t get hurt. I promise, I won’t hurt you… Come here…”

I was amazed when the cub did so. He was a trusting little thing, but, I guess when you’re scared, you’ll take the first comfort you’re offered. I picked him up by the scruff of his neck, being as gentle as I could, and, slowly, I left the den, climbing back up the side. I went unnoticed, everyone too busy fighting for their lives. From my perch, I could see the cub’s mother, dead below the den outcropping; I wondered if she had died trying to get to her son. I didn’t see Eyktan, but I assumed he has met the same fate. With a bow of my head in respect for the dead, I ran.

It only took a night to reach the mountains, and a day to get up the side. I was desperately looking for someone, anyone to take the cub, but I met no one. I understood why that night, the night following my rescue of the cub.

A blizzard, like none I had ever seen, attacked the mountain. Alumit list my way, but the trip was still very dangerous. I slipped multiple times, just barely able to hold onto the cub, who was shivering in my mouth. Finally, it was too much; I set the cub down by a rock, sheltering him from the frozen winds, but, as I looked up, Alumit’s light had grown dimmer.

“Alumit! Brother!” I yelped, but my words were lost amongst the storm. I looked down at the cub, nosing him, “Stay here, little one, I’ll return.”

I fought the winds at a run, barely able to see the small ghost’s light. It took me longer than I wanted to to reach him. By the time I had gained his attention, I couldn't see my trail. My blood froze solid. I couldn't see where the cub was; I could barely see my nose.

"Alumit! We have to find him!"

We searched all night. We failed. The cub was gone. And it was all my fault.

The seasons following seemed like a blur. Eyktan had survived the attack, scarred, both physically and emotionally. He had lost his mind and his sense following his mate and cub's death. A death I could have prevented. Eyktan began a methodical war, a war I could have prevented. I was a fool to think I could change anything for the better.

Even Alumit couldn't change my mind, or bring me any comfort. He stayed with me, however, and for that, I was grateful.

Every four seasons, I returned to the spot where I had lost the cub, wishing I could turn back time, wishing I could go back and save him. Wishing I could take him back to that den, where he would have grown to be a lord, possibly as wise and caring one. But, no, the deed was done. The cub was dead.

Or so I thought.

It was my third trip to the "memorial" as Alumit referred to it as. This trip, however, was destined to be different. Very different. We reached the memorial to find someone was already there. A very contemplative someone. A very familiar someone.

"Taiga! It's the cub!"

The cub, now adult, whipped his head around regarding us in confusion, and I flashed back to the night I had coaxed the cub from his hiding spot from the den. The same eyes, the same markings, the same coat...

"You know me?"

It was like I was looking at a ghost of my past, or seeing a future that could have been. Was I hallucinating?

"Yes! We saved you the night your father was attacked, we thought you would be killed as well. We brought you up here, actually, but we thought you had died. We had lost you..."

That had to be it, I was hallucinating. Or dreaming. One of the two. But, if I was hallucinating, how did Alumit see it too? He was a spirit, surely spirits couldn't hallucinate...so that left one choice...

"You are the ones I owe my life to? The ones that brought me up here, and helped me find a father? Helped me grow into who I am now?"

I could barely believe it.

"Yes, I guess if you want to credit us with it."

The cub was alive.

| Characters Mentioned |
-Alumit
Taiga's best friend and "brother", is a shape-shifting ghost.
-Ma'dual
Lord of the Zionds, Taiga witnesses his murder at the paws of the rebels.
-Naduon
Lord of the Jackals, banished Taiga, was murdered by rebels.
-Eyktan
Lord of the Leopards, is attacked by rebels.
-Neyruki
Eyktan's mate, mother of Castitan, murdered by rebels.
-Castitan (Tsamitan)
Eyktan's son, Taiga rescues him from the attack.

| Other |
The reason his story ends as it does, is because from that point on, I feel that part of the story would be better told from Castitan's point of view, not from Taiga's, but that does not mean that's how the jackal/tiger's story ends. Oh, no, there is more to his story, but it is better told from other's eyes.

[MerryEaster]

I would LOVE to adopt

Kennel: P45

Section: Common Creatures
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Name: Sapphire

Breed: Wolf

Age: Just a little wolf still <3
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Why do you want this animal?: She is very adorable, and when I saw her I said, "No, I cannot go for her.." But every time I looked over her, I smiled. I love the design, plus that shade of pink, and black. She also reminds me, of myself. Looking like she'll have fun, and being confident.

What will you do for this animal?: Get her lots of art, and add her to my /being updated/ charrie thread
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Personality: Loves dancing and singing. Basically performing arts. Took martial art classes when just a tiny pup. Always energetic and spontanious. Considered as the most social butterfly

Dislikes: Being embarassed, people turning down her kindness, and messing things up

Likes: Performing arts, acting, and meeting new people
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History/Backround:
One, two, three. One, two, three. I counted each time so I didnt mess up the moves. Today was the big day. The day I was to be famous. Mrs. Shapero's performing arts class was performing, "Destiny." I'm not sure why the class chose that name for this dance, but all I care about was how well I danced and sung. Well, why was it so important? The head-honcho of the Dance & Sing University was here to watch my our performance.

Startling my thoughts, Mrs. Shapero called out, "Okay class! Are you ready?" The class all replied yes in a chorus. My stomach tightened. I felt queezy. The director of the show held out his fingers and slowly counted down. He mouthed the words.. "Five." I staggered to the left. "Four." I staggered to the right. "Three." I shook my head, and told myself, you can do it. "Two." I stood proud and tall, and the red curtains opened up.

The first girl, Annabelle, started the singing. Everyone voted her to be first since everyone said, and I quote

Annabelle has the voice of an angel. She should start first.

I laughed quietly to myself, because I remember how she chirped in, saying she would rather end Destiny. But guess who got the end? That's right, me! I ended the performance with singing, but I do get to dance in between.

After Annabelle's solo, the class dance, it was now my turn to end it. I opened my mouth, and nothing came out. I was nervous. I could see Mrs. Shapero's teal-blue eyes looking fretful, and the irritated head-honcho, tapping his just-polished shoes. Annabelle wasnt about to let me embarass myself. She rushed out next to me and started to make it look like it was her fault I hadn't started. "Oh I'm sorry, dear crowd, I had forgotten that I was suppose to sing with Sapphire. Please do forgive me." She turned towards me and winked. We sang our hearts out and the crowd went wild.

Mrs. Shapero wasnt a very happy camper afterwards. Her face was boiling, and smoke blew from her ears. "Annabelle! You were NOT suppose to sing out there!" She turned to me, pointed her finger and said, "And YOU were suppose to sing! You're lucky I won't kick you out of performing arts!" The head-honcho walked into backstage like he owned it. Since Mrs. Shapero was still in flames, she even yelled at the head-honcho. "Why are you here? This is my stage and you are not authorized to be back here!" He grinned and flashed his name tag in her direction. It read "Joe."

Mrs. Shapero's eyes twinkled and grew huge. She felt bad and apologized alot. But Joe said no words and signaled Annabelle and I to come to him. "Great performance girls." He had an accent, so when he said "girls" it sounded like "G-air-ls." We both said thank you at the same time. He offered us, Annabelle and I, to be on TV, being backup dancers. We screamed happily and quickly replied yes. We were going to be famous



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[Tiikeria]

oh. So I cannot Try for Gas mask? Oh no. I so wanted gas mask, will Syras racoon and wolf one be judged soon?

ah well..

You have to pick one or the other, as they're in the same section. Syra's wolf, as far as I know, should be judged on the 13th. Gas Mask won't be dropped until later.

[Skylarr.]

Kennel: F25
Name: O'gina'li
Meaning: "my friend" in Cherokee.
Breed: White-tailed deer.
Nickname: Nali. (nah-lee)
Reason behind nickname: None.
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I will treat her as one of my headmates, getting as much art of her as I can and writing stories when I see fit. : D She is a gorgeous character and I think Tiikeria knows that, and she knows that I will love her forever. <33

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Age: 3 1/2. Young Adult.
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Past failure they would be embarrassed to admit:
If granted one wish what would it be, why?

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Story/Backround:
My life started on the sheer cliff of a cut-off hill. I was born into a pretty average family. Nothing special really. We belonged to a quite large and well-known herd. The lead stag of our group was muscular and most likely has the biggest rack of all, he was practically given the position he is in now. So you are probably thinking I had a quite perfect life in the herd with a loving mother and father and a stag to care for me, and in that case, you thought wrong.

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She blinked up at her mother, into the does' big, brown eyes that O'gina'li's little ones didn't take after. Her mother's eyes were shiny and shaking, for reasons the little one did not know. She bleated at her, hungry and desperate for warmth. Roe licked my body clean, making her warmer against the soft, plushy grass in the meadow that looked down onto the forest of their herd.

When she finished cleaning Nial, the little one stretched and curled into a little ball. Instead of curling around O'gina'li like any mother would do, she suspiciously lifted her up and walked to the steep cliff that was probably at a 90 degree angle.

O'gina'li stared down at the tall trees, wondering what her new mother was trying to do. She looked at her and gave her a little bleat. Roe squeezed eyes opened. She was surprised to hear her so cheerful and happy. She wished she didn't have to do this, but her life and O'gina'li would be gone if she didn't.

So her choice was made.

She dropped Nali.

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O'gina'li woke up to see a dark-skinned native looking over her fragile body that was practically broken. She barely remembered anything after hitting the meadow. She looked around herself, but it was hard to not keep her eyes off of this creature that was in front of her.

So far she noticed the meadow was secluded by large red woods, shadowed, but had streaks of eye-blinding sunlight shinging through. There was dew on the grass, shining in the sun light, giving off little bits of light on its own.

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[sad magic]

Kennel: 47

Section: Common creatures

Name: Mandy

Breed: Scene Wolf

Age: Unknown

Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: Oh wow. Mandy is beautiful. I want this animal, so so much, because she instantly connected with me. She also a lot like me in many ways. Although she will NOT be a fursona for me. ^^;; I will make her an addition of my family, and put her in my character thread. I will also get loads of art for her.

Personality:

- Moody- she can be totally moody at times, really glum. If she is, she can be really bitter.
- Depressed- Sometimes she is depressed while she is moody. If this is the case, stay away.
- Dark- Mandy can be very dark and cold hearted, she has an angry mind.
- Full of love- When Mandy isn't in a bad mood, she is very loving.
- Loathsome
- Sad
- Lonely
- Energetic
- Spacey

Dislikes&Likes:

Mandy <3's:
- Candy
- Highlights
- Dark colors
- Paint
- Piercing's
- Scars
- Knives

Mandy >:[ :
- Cockiness
- The Cold
- The Hot
- People (Aka: other wolfs, etc.)
- Bright color

History/Backround:

Mandy shivered as she stepped out of the cold, damp cave. It was snowing out and the sky was covered with demanding black clouds that rolled over each other slowly. It was dawn, and Mandy had just witnessed something she will never forget before in her life just one day ago. She was still shocked. The events from that day still kept probing her mind, trying to influence her to seek revenge. Mandy wouldn't do that. Not again. She refused. For so long she had been influenced, taunted, laughed at because of her anger. It raged inside her. The anger was in her veins. As she came to the base of the hallow tree where she stored her prey, Mandy sighed. She didn't know what to do anymore. Her heart was heavy with dread and remorse. Mandy reached into a small den that had been dug into the tree's broad roots and pulled out a day-old rabbit. Luckily it wasn't rotten yet. Mandy tromped through the deepening snow and returned to her cave, the only home she had now. Mandy ripped apart the rabbit mindlessly, chewing with no thoughts of her small dinner. Her memories flooded her head, clinging to her sanity. Once she finished her flavorless meal Mandy grudgingly went to sleep. Mandy dreamed again of the night. It happened like this...~ Mandy's tongue rolled out of her mouth as she ran happily across a large lush meadow. Her mother, Zara, followed behind, close behind her. They were racing, just like old times. The sky was a beautiful blue, with no cloud in the sky. Mandy looked back quickly, still running, and shrieked with laughter as her mom tackled her to the ground on the soft grass, playfully nipping at her. Mandy struggled under her grip, still laughing when all of a sudden Zara stopped and looked behind her, alert and still as a stone. "What's wrong mom?" Mandy asked cautiously as she rolled away from her mom and standing up. "Be quiet!" Zara snapped as she looked back over her shoulder. Mandy strained her ears to any sound coming from that direction, hearing none. "Mom, there's nothing-" "I said be quiet!" Zara snapped again, cutting her off. After a couple seconds Zara said in a hushed tone; "Come child, quickly." Zara began moving swiftly across the field, not looking back. Mandy scrambled to her feet, following unsteadily behind. Mandy tilted her head, confused. Obviously they were running from something, but what? Zara froze as a twig snapped ahead. A midnight black wolf came out of the shadows, three long ragged scars raked across his side. The wolf smiled harshly at them, walking in the shadows. "Well, well.. If it isn't Zara and little Mandy. Boy, have we missed you guys." The wolf's voice was ragged and sharp. Mandy cowered behind her mom as Zara bared her teeth.


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